Rodento

Rodento is a pal o' mine he sits atop a tree, an extra to its foliage, a natural topiary. I named him 'cos he looks so real, a critter with a snout, a wiry tail part of his trunk, some whiskers, and a pout. He greets me every morning when I take my cup of tea, as I stroll along the balcony I swear he's watching me. When gentle breezes shake the tree the varmint darts and dances, but what if stronger winds persist pray then, what are his chances? What if a hurricane blows through? he might well disappear, disfigured by the elements, then I would shed a tear.